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at times, I feel as though I’m disintegrating into a puddle of bitterness and hoarse throats. completely defeated. (and I think to myself; if only that were the case, if only you didn’t have to be whole and present any longer, if only the wind could carry you away and spread you thin across the trees and mountains and seas.) oh what a dream to dream. hard jawlines and straight faces and multi-hued drops of oil on water. sometimes it feels more truer than usual; (I’m holding you back) like dissolves like.
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at times, I feel as though I’m disintegrating into a puddle of bitterness and hoarse throats. completely defeated. (and I think to myself; if only that were the case, if only you didn’t have to be whole and present any longer, if only the wind could carry you away and spread you thin across the trees and mountains and seas.) oh what a dream to dream. hard jawlines and straight faces and multi-hued drops of oil on water. sometimes it feels more truer than usual; (I’m holding you back) like dissolves like.
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